I’m a selfish, selfish person and I want The World to just indulge me. When does that whole ‘growing up’ thing happen – you know, when you start gracefully accepting responsibilities, and just grit your teeth and do the things you don’t want to do, but have to? (As opposed to just, you know, not doing them and alienating your loved ones, or those who may need to depend on you).
I hope it happens soon. I’m 30 this year. Maybe some switch will flick and I’ll start making sacrifices for those I love, instead of just doing what I’m not meant to do anyway, and then resenting the fact that The World has different ideas to me about what is acceptable Desci behaviour.
I truly am one of two extremes with everything ever. And I want all the things that make me happy all the time without pause.
You cunts are alright; can you let The World know that due to a quirk of my upbringing, I’m a unique little snowflake who needs special treatment by virtue of the fact that I fucking said so?
Dear god. Russell Brand made a fucking career out of his narcissistic personality disorder; why can’t I?
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